End of the World

A little over a decade ago, I lived thru the Swine Flu pandemic in Mexico City. I don’t remember having been hugely alarmed at the time. I just read some of my blog posts from that period today. They don’t read like they’ve been written by someone who’s terribly alarmed. 

I’m alarmed today. Extremely. This feels like a very different beast. More than 700 deaths in Italy today, taking their tally to well over 4,000. We are following the same path as them, but a couple of weeks behind. I’m alarmed because I don’t feel 100% recovered from a very nasty viral infection I caught last year. I’m alarmed because the economy is likely to take a beating well beyond anything seen before in my lifetime. 

I’m alarmed because there is no light light yet to be seen at the end of this very dark tunnel. I’m alarmed because we will possibly/probably/almost certainly be living in a very different world when this is done. If it’s ever all done. I’m a big fan of certainty, and the first victim of Covid_19 was certainty.

I served about a customer an hour today. I would normally serve dozens. Three of them bought tickets, totally a couple hundred pounds. Six of them brought in tickets, including annual season tickets, for refunds. They totalled over £10,000. That’s not financially sustainable.

The video was taken by myself today. The announcement sounds like something from a bad zombie film. I wish I could hit eject and put a more cheery film on.